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 Posted: Sun Mar 13, 2011 1:13 pm
 xxxxxxx WHAT I'M GOING TO DO ๑ ๑ ๑ xxxxxxx Here, I'm going to post my main characters from a various amount of story plots I have in mind. I will not post another profile for about a week to a month so I can hear what people have to say; so . . . I think that's all. Anyway, please enjoy my characters' lives and comment on them so that they may benefit from your criticism and may become a character you would take pleasure to read about them. So please be kind and again, enjoy.xxxxxxx CHARACTER LIST ๑ ๑ ๑ xxxxxxxxxx ↪ [ Edmund Blackwood ]xxxxxxxxxx ↪ [ x ]xxxxxxxxxx ↪ [ x ]xxxxxxxxxx ↪ [ x ]xxxxxxxxxx ↪ [ x ]xxxxxxxxxx ↪ [ x ]
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Posted: Sun Mar 13, 2011 1:35 pm
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Story Title << The Basics >> Read my lips:Nickname(s) or Other names s/he will respond to Isn’t obvious what I am:GenderCount the candles:AgeIt’s a great day, I guess: BirthdayI swear I taste horrible!:Blood typeYeah, it is a nice view: HeightCurrent Residence: . . .It's what I do: Occupation / JobLook to the books, pal:HistoryGot a problem with it?RaceLOOK at these locks: Hair color, length, and textureLOOK into my eyes: Eye colorSkin color: . . .Who, me? : Something that marks or can easily identify the characterMy behavior?! What about it?! : PersonalityCan't help myself: HabitsWhat cha want? I'm Busy! : HobbiesOh god, why? : Fears<< You want to hear MORE?!? >> Here's my stick. Now get off my spot before I hit cha with it: StatusJoin the club. We got jackets: TeammatesHere's something to fear: PowerWhat number? : Serial NumberWhat did they tell you?! : Case-nameAnything you can do I can do better: Abilities / SkillsWhat? I have no such weakness!:. . .Oh lookie: ----- heart LikesBlah! Whatever, man! : ----- scream DislikesMy Tunes:Theme-songs<< Associations >> Mother:-Father:- Older Sibling(s):-Younger Sibling(s): -Close-Friend(s):-
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Posted: Sun Mar 13, 2011 2:17 pm
 Єdmond Ƀlackwood the Ҏerfect Ṩoldier
the Perfect Soldier [SCI] << The Basics >>  Read my lips:Ed, Edmond, Blackwood, Mr. Blackwood Isn’t obvious what I am:MaleCount the candles:SeventeenIt’s a great day, I guess: April firstI swear I taste horrible!:type ABYeah, it is a nice view: 5' 8"Current Residence: 3265 Kilmer Street, Apt. 8 It's what I do: 11th grade, Junior student at Graceview High-school, Agent for the Government, Older brotherLook to the books, pal:I was born during the last few years of World War 3, concluding to the fact that I was born more immune to the radiation that had consumed the world. After two years of declining hardships, North Korea and every other enemy that was aiming uselessly surrender and signed a treaty with America stating that all weaponry and projects that contains the ability to create mass destruction be terminated, destroyed, and be forgotten. Also, to mark the end of the war, my only sibling was born: my only younger brother, Alistair Blackwood. Three years had passed and we, as a complete family, lived happily together. One day, I had woken early because of Al and I had watched Him go from the window. I was young, so I was naïve when I thought He would come back after several weeks, but He was gone. My mother remained loyal to Him, but even more so to us. She was strong and had hidden her illness from us, but it grew and had consumed her strength and died with no cure to elongate her life or to even ease the pain. - He didn’t even show up for her funeral or to even give her the pleasure of seeing Him once more. - We were alone, and even though I hate to say so, we were devastated to the fact. I tried my hardest to be enough for Al, using the money our mother had left behind and having the help from Granny and Roxanna. We soon began to live happy lives for about two more years, but like all sad stories, tragedy struck again. I had thought my brother was like me, immune to the illness caused by the radiation, the illness that had stolen our mother, even more immune than I, but I was wrong. He had grown the illness and was dying, fainting, and coughing up blood. I was again helpless to do anything. I had no power to help him or our mother. He was hospitalized. Minutes, hours, days, and weeks, they all pasted so slowly as if taunting me and my uselessness. I was about to be alone again and they knew it. One day, a doctor said there were a couple of men to see me, three in truth. Two men stood behind one man, both strong looking and frightening to look upon; I guessed they were his bodyguards or something along that line. The man in the middle gave me a proposal I really couldn’t refuse: to sell myself to become a living lab-rat for the government’s concern in my brother’s well-being. Only questions became hesitations in my answer. I wanted to know if I will be able to carry out my relationship with my brother and if I will be able to retain my personality and mind. He said yes, but it really didn’t matter; whether he had said yes, no or even remained silent, I would have agreed to the terms for Al’s sake. Roughly a year passed when my brother woke up from his medicine-induce coma. I had gone through torture, brain surgery, treatment, and more. I was in pain with a trembling body with random spasms and blackouts. Even through all that, I was the first person my brother saw and in relief I hugged my brother, but regretting it physically later in silence. Granny and Ann had been given false information from the government before, and they were given another fake story about Alistair. I had remained back to finish my treatment and training which took around a year. Apparently, I was in some kind of juvenile hall according to Anna and Al, but I didn’t care. On the day I returned home, I returned as the Government’s dog; on that day, I had grown a dangerous job freely; and on that day, I had gained a treacherous secret marked with these blood eyes. Got a problem with it?WhiteLOOK at these locks: Short, brown, thick, messy LOOK into my eyes: Maroon to Bloodish redSkin color: Pale whiteWho, me? : Maroon eyes, his dog tagsMy behavior?! What about it?! : Kind-hearted, self-sacrificing, intelligent, protectiveCan't help myself: Jumpy when startled, biting nails when boredWhat cha want? I'm Busy! : Obsessing over his brother’s well-being, reading, studying to catch up, and mechanicsOh god, why? : Having people he loves and care for: hurt, used as hostage, die, etc.; being alone<< You want to hear MORE?!? >> Here's my stick. Now get off my spot before I hit cha with it: Lab rat, secret agent/weapon, experiment, national defense, “forceful peacemaker,” MajorJoin the club. We got jackets: Travis Wolfe, Willow Jefferson, Roy KinglyHere's something to fear: Night vision, heat vision, accuracy over 158 meters, quick healer, no sense of pain, his chip in his headWhat number? : # 308568What did they tell you?! : The Perfect Solider Anything you can do I can do better: Double jointed, high immune system, tick skull, capable of lifting 157 pounds, capable of running at least 48 mph less than 2 minutes, stamina of consistently running 30 mph for at least 3 hours, accomplished liar, stealth, and an accomplished thief.What? I have no such weakness!:He has a chip in his head and if given the right command and voice frequency he will obey those words without hesitation, his loyalty to his friends and family, his compassion.Oh lookie: ----- heart - His friends and family----- heart - Free time and food----- heart - Peace and calmBlah! Whatever, man! : ----- scream - Missions and hard day’s----- scream - Deaths and killing----- scream - Government and enemiesMy Tunes:Hero – Nickelback
Citizen solider – 3 doors down
Mad world - Gary Jules [or] Adam Lambert<< Associations >> Mother:Juliet Blackwood (Classified as dead)Father:Nickolas Thomas (Classified as missing) Older Sibling(s):Jacob Thomas (Owns a different mother)Younger Sibling(s): Alistair Blackwood (Classified as sick and dying)Close-Friend(s):Roxanna Rhodes (childhood friend), Lucinda Rhodes (Roxanna’s grandmother)Picture disowner
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